Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:40:15 -0700
From: Denver Guy
Subject: who's on top part 1
Who's on top?
By sedenverguy
Don't read this if you are underage or don't like stories about hot gay
sex, yadda, yadda, yadda
"are you sure we are cool here?"
"yeah man! I know we are, now turn around!" as soon as he turned to face
me, I grabbed his face and began kissing him hard. I felt he begin to bite
my lip as I undid the buttons of his coat and he did mine. Less than an
hour ago he was just some guy, a random customer stopping in to his local
neighborhood remodeler's, looking to see if someone could give him idea of
how much it would cost to redo his bathroom. He wasn't very tall, probably
around 5'9, but he had the masculine look of a real man, short blonde hair,
a stubbly strong jaw, small waist, bubble butt and wide chest. I would
place him to be late thirties, but he could have been older and just in
good shape. Luckily for both of us, my boss and the secretary had gone
home for the day, and the crewmen were all either out in the workshop or on
jobs. We were alone. Him. Me. And the damned wedding ring on his finger.
"So why are you redoing your bathroom?"
"Oh, my wife hates the bathroom in this house. We are currently
moving out here from Oklahoma, and I start work next week. She still has
to finish the school year, so I won't get to see her for another five or
sex months, except on weekend visits. I thought it would be nice of me to
have the bathroom redone by the time she arrived." We talked about what
kinds of things needed to be done, how much things would cost, what the
average bathroom remodel looked like, etc. At one point I reached over a
cabinet to get a presentation book with some pics of a bathroom we had
redone, and I could have sworn he looked at my abs as my shirt rode up my
hairy chest. So I took a shot...
"Must be pretty lonely being here in a new place, with your wife so
far away."
"It can be, but all the neighbors have been so nice, and there are
some amazing things to see in this town." As he said this, his eyes drifted
downwards to my now thickening crotch for just a second, and a brief smile
escaped his lips.
"I know right? Colorado has beautiful vistas and mountains, but it
has to be hard being alone at night."
"nah, my wife and I haven't been intimate for years. At this point
we only stay married because it is cheaper than divorce. Besides, she
doesn't really have what it takes to give me what I want anyway." With
that, he very deliberately bent over to tie his shoe and his pants
tightened along his round bubble ass suggestively. It would have been rude
NOT to look.
"Well, I am glad you are happy with the situation, and I hope I can
be of some help with your remodeling project."
"Oh, I am sure you can help me out" He winked, that was all it
took.
"Why don't we take this into my office in case one of the workers
comes in. That way we can talk about the demo I wanna do to you...r house."
He followed me to my office, and I barely had my door shut as the words
came out.
"are you sure we are cool here?"
"yeah man! I know we are, now turn around!" As soon as our suit coats hit
the floor, my hands were on his ass as his tore my pants open and lifted up
the tails of my shirt to spread across my hairy chest. I am not now, nor
ever will I be a twink. I had hair on my chest at 14, and was over 6 foot
tall before I even left middle school. I could probably lose 10-15 pounds
and get some real definition in my abs, but I was happy enough and guys
seem to like my large hairy pecs, bubble ass, thick 7 inch cut cock and
flat (if not perfect) stomach. As I slid my pants and briefs off I watched
him bend over and drop his shorts and boxers, showing me a tight pink hole.
I dropped to my knees and begin tonguing his hot hairy hole.
"mmmm, that feels good, I bet you'd love to fuck that tight hole huh? Sink
your thick cock up in there? I would love that too man, it has been soo
long, uhhhhhhn." He trailed off into a series of moans, and I quickly
flipped him around again to eat his thick 6 inch cock, all the way down to
the base where it met his big balls. Within minutes I had him bent over my
desk, legs spread, as I lubed up the condom stretched over my cock (always
keep some in my desk for emergencies such as these).
"Uhn, go slow man, it has been awhile!" I kept going, only getting the
head in, every time his ass clamped shut, locking me out of the tight hole.
Finally after a minute I pulled out, feeling defeated but incredibly horny.
"Damn you are just too tight man."
"I know, I had a fuck buddy in Tulsa but he moved a year ago and I haven't
been fucked since...any chance you'd let me have a crack at your hot ass?"
I had to think this one through. I was always a top, except on three
occasions: 1)the day my best friend sophomore year convinced me I couldn't
truly know if I was straight unless I took it in the ass 2)the day I got
wasted with my freshman college roommate and let him fuck me all night long
the last night we lived together and 3) the day my sister's fiancÚ told me
he had to know what sex with a man was like before he got married and never
had a chance again (doesn't stop him from letting me blow him once in
awhile though does it?). I looked at his hot muscular chest, his thick but
not too long dick, those big balls, seeming to get bigger by the second,
and his hot grin. I was still on the fence, till I saw him fiddling with
his wedding ring, while stroking his cock with his other hand.
"do it. Fuck me." As soon as the words escaped my mouth I knew I was in
for a fucking ride. He quickly had me bent over the desk and started
spitting onto my hot tight, twitching hole. I tried to relax, but when his
tongue hit my rosebud, I clammed up like...well, a clam...and thought I
would never open up again. Quickly, I discovered that having a tongue on
your hole is one of the best experiences a man can have, especially when
accompanied by a hot older man stroking your dick and pulling out every few
seconds to tell you what a hot hole you have, or how much he is going to
love making you a man...it does things to you. Once his tongue had done
its work, a finger was soon inside me...all the way inside me...and then
another finger, and then another. By this time I was gritting my teeth,
wondering when his lovely tongue would return, when all of a sudden he hit
my joy button with those fingers and everything turned happy.
"you ready now man? Ready for my hot dick inside your tight ass?" I
heard him unwrapping the condom and sliding it on as he said this.
Somewhere in my mind I knew I was about to get the fucking of a life time,
and for the first time in my life, it wouldn't be while I was drunk or
stoned (yes, even the first time I got drunk before I let my buddy fuck me,
my parent's liquor cabinet was luckily never very well guarded). I braced
myself as the fat head of his cock slowly slid up against my puckered hole
and began to push in. I tried my hardest to relax, and was surprised as
just the head began to make its way inside without the benefit of the jaws
of life. Just as I remembered, the initial pain was greater than anything
I'd felt since falling off the roof when I was 9 and breaking my arm. My
sphincter tightened up and I inhaled sharply as he continued to try and
shove more of his thick cock into me
"Relax man, it'll only hurt for a second, besides I am not as big as you
are."
"I find that hard to believe," I breathed in for a moment, through gritted
teeth, and for a split second my tight hole relaxed just enough that
another two or three inches slid inside me. At first it took the wind out
of me, but suddenly, I felt it rub across my prostate, and I suddenly
remembered why I had let it happen those three times. The pain was still
there, but there was also an insane feeling of pleasure. I took another
deep breath and felt the rest of his dick slowly complete its journey all
the way in.
"Ah, there we go, now I can really get down to fucking this ass." Less than
a minute later he began his assault on my hole, starting slowly in and out
and building his way up to full ramming speed. Amazingly, the pleasure
only seemed to grow the more he pounded me, until after another minute or
two, I was pounding back into him. It was a good thing the office was
empty, as we were now through with being discreet, and were both screaming
profanities and curses at the top of our lungs.
"Yeah, boy, you like that fat cock taking your tight hole? You feel it in
there? I am gonna make this whole so loose and sloppy by the time I'm done
that I can get ten or twelve dicks in there without you feeling a thing!"
My dick throbbed with each word out of his mouth, calling me a "faggot" and
"dicklicker" and even "fudgepacker," which usually would have resulted in a
laugh only elicited more moaning.
"Yes sir, fuck my ass sir, fill me with your cum!" I couldn't tell by now
whether I was slamming backwards harder than him slamming forwards, but I
could tell I was getting close, as my balls began to tighten up close to my
shaft, and my dick head began to tingle, without a single manipulation from
my hands or his.
"I am going to boy, I am gonna fill you up! I am gonna cum!"
"Me too man, me too, oh shit, fuck, shit, here it CUMS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
I proceeded to feel it from my toes to the tips of my ears as the strongest
orgasm I could remember to date sprayed out of me, coating my desk and all
the papers on it in a layer of creamy sticky jizz.
"Oh fuck, I can you feel you shooting man, I am so close, fuck here it cums
man, here it cums" He quickly pulled out, ripped off the rubber and spun me
around to facing him faster than I could keep up with, my head still
swimming as my dick continued to spasm, sending shots of my sperm all over
the wall of my office and his legs. I fell to my knees, out of breath,
just in time for him to cover my chin, cheeks, forehead, shirt and tie with
his hot load.
"FUUUUCK!" He finished shooting in my mouth as my senses came back to me
and I realized that not only was he making more of a mess than I would
already have to clean up, but also that a hot delicious load was going to
waste...and it was delicious.
"Yeah swallow all the jizz you cocksucker." He finished painting my
tonsils, but kept his dick head still inside my mouth, only withdrawing his
hands from the back of my head as his cock began to sag and his balls were
thoroughly emptied. I continued to lick and suckle at his dick head for
the next five minutes as he stroked my hair and told me what a good queer
boy I was and how obvious it was that I needed a feeding of hot jizz.
As we pulled up our pants and corrected our now stained shirts, we both
seemed to be avoiding eye contact until I looked up at him and he began to
laugh.
"What?" I looked over at my reflection in the dark computer screen and had
to laugh as well, as it looked as though someone had spilled a cup of mayo
all over my face. We were both soon laughing so hard we could barely
stand, and I thought it would never stop until he surprised me by pulling
me in for another hot, passionate kiss. Our lips hit so hard at first that
I think I bruised my upper lip, but I paid it no mind, considering it the
price of the best fuck I had ever had. When we finally parted, it was as if
nothing had happened between us, both of us seamlessly transitioning back
into work.
"So, when can I come take a look at your bathroom to see what needs
to be done?" I asked as I took my fingers and wiped the cum from my face,
before suggestively licking off every drop.
"Well, I would say tonight, but oddly enough I seem to be a bit worn out."
He chortled as he lifted my tie up and licked some of his spirit off it. "I
know tomorrow is Saturday, but maybe you could stop by in the morning and
we could spend the day reviewing the work?"
"Sounds like a great plan. Just write down your address on this appointment
card, mr..." I trailed off as I realized I had never even caught his name.
"Thomas, Eric Thomas." He bent over suggestively to write his address and
phone number down, and handed me the card with a wink. "Nice to MEET you."
"The pleasure was all mine Mr. Thomas, I look forward to tomorrow." I took
the card and began to slide it into my breast pocket, but stopped, and
slowly slid it down into my briefs. "See you around 9?"
"It's a date." With that, he turned and walked out of my office, down the
hall, and out the front door, never once looking back. My heart fluttered
as I watched his perfect ass cheeks finally disappear out the door and I
decided it might be a good idea to sit down for a few minutes before I
called it a night.
My heart was still racing as I pulled a comb and small mirror out of my
desk, working, to no avail, at making my hair look slightly more
presentable. Even though I had only jizzed a few minutes before, seeing a
string of cum stuck to the comb as I pulled it through my hair began to
plump me up again. I reached down and squeezed my bulge, closing my eyes
until...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I jumped half way to the ceiling as I threw the comb and mirror back in the
desk, ripped off my tie, and slid as close under my desk as I could.
"Come in." Wasn't everyone gone for the day? It was a Friday at close to 6
o'clock, who could still be here.
"Hey boss, just me, wanted to stop by and make sure I am good to take
Monday off." My heart race slowed when I realized it was Dwayne, one of the
foremen, who must have been building something out in the shop.
"Yeah Dwayne, no problem. Why did you need it off again? Sorry, I forgot
to write it down for Angelica, and you know she will have a fit if I don't
file it properly."
"Can I be honest?" his tone worried me for a second, as if he was about to
admit he had seen everything that had happened and was taking the day off
to look for a new job. Sure, he had asked for Monday off almost a week
ago, but my sex-hazed mind was not thinking that clearly. I nodded yes.
"I need Monday off because I plan on needing a recovery day for Sunday. I
have some...buddies coming over and we usually get so wild it takes at
least the next 24 hours to get back to even 50%. Maybe...you'd wanna join
us?" Dwayne smiled, stepped in closer and pulled his long calloused fingers
through his sandy blonde hair, a fine cloud of sawdust floating off of him,
creating an aura of light around his head, much like an angel. Although, no
angel I had ever read about was as hunky as the man beside me. My dick
twitched as I looked into his blue eyes and got a whiff of his natural
perfume. Sweat. Sawdust. Mechanic's grease. Fuck he must have been
lubing up a power tool or something, cause his scent was that of a man who
had been working hard for hours.
"I think you'd fit in with my buddies real nice." His hand clasped my
shoulder and squeezed as my dick began to reach full mast in my trousers.
"I dunno man, I have plans for Saturday that will take all day and probably
wear me out too much for Sunday. Plus, I'm just a suit and tie guy, not as
rowdy as I have seen you and some of the boys get." I swallowed hard and
tasted the cum on my breath, damn I needed a tic tac bad!
"No worries man, it's what's under the suit and tie that counts. Besides,
I heard you get pretty rowdy with that client, you might wanna check the
conference room before you try something like that again to make sure you
really are alone. Is he your Saturday plans?" My heart sank a little and my
dick threatened to go limper than a wet noodle at the thought of being
caught, until he sidled up beside me and I felt his hard on rub against my
shoulder. I slowly turned my now watering mouth towards his crotch.
"Well, I guess I could take Monday off too." I saw his hand slide teasingly
along the length of his dick, obvious in his overalls. He must not have
been wearing underwear as a wet spot began to form near the head.
"that's a boy. Now, why don't we see if I can't make you scream louder
than Mr. Saturday, shall we?" His right hand continued to pet his snake,
as his left pulled my face into his crotch. As soon as my lips met his
dick mound, a moan escaped his lips, and both of his hands reached up to
unfasten his overalls, letting them slide down until there was nothing
between my mouth and his cock. And what a cock it was. Easily 8 inches
long, probably longer, a little thicker than Eric's, but with balls larger
than mine, and mine could almost be called tennis balls.
"Go ahead and get it wet boss man, I want it to slide into that pretty ass
nice and easy." As the dick head slipped into my mouth and past my tonsils,
I began to wonder how in the hell I got so lucky. Two dicks in my mouth
(and soon my ass) in one day, and I hadn't even left work yet. I guess
working late wasn't so bad after all.
To be continued in part two.
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